· How long it took Ezra to run to the corner and back. Maxon says 24 seconds. Ezra says 17.

· Whether or not Maxon liked Dora the Explorer when he was little.

· How many pieces of gum Ezra has in his mouth.

· Who gets the last piece of Bubble Yum.

· Whether or not Ezra spat out the last piece of Bubble Yum that I split in half for them.

· Who gets to be Obi Wan Kenobi in Lego Star Wars Wii.

· Whether or not Ezra really read the book he says he read.

· Who controls the heat in the backseat. Maxon wants it on 90. Ezra wants it on 79.

· Who gets the helmet for the Lego Boba Fett minifigure.

· Which of the two identical stuffed manta rays is Maxon's.

· Which of the 250 long ignored Pokemon cards that Ezra found and began sorting belong to Maxon.

While these may seem like innocuous issues, within a matter of seconds these conflicts escalate into arm twisting, face scratching, name-calling, Pokemon card throwing, Wii remote tossing smackdowns. I know that part of my role as a mom is to help teach my sons how to resolve fights on their own. I must not be very good at it. Despite my desire to not get involved, I realize that I intervene during every single one of their fights.

The question I have to ask myself is this: What would happen if I didn't step in at all?

Now I am dying to find out. I am pretty confident I will get the chance within a matter of minutes.